My Life Is Weird

Had an interesting weekend.

You know…the ducks were one thing…but reptiles are a bridge too far.

I found this gal while gardening. She crawled right into my hand. Luckily I have a 13-yr old niece who is wild about reptiles (and has a bearded dragon). I texted her a photo, she told me it was a chameleon. Clearly well taken care of and very, very lost.

She is molting, so stress is probably not what it needs. For now, she’s in the bathroom in a plastic tote (probably the same one Penelope hung out in the kitchen) with some things to make it comfortable.

She’s sweet, but I know nothing about reptiles, except how to remove a snake from my hallway and escort it outside.

I canvassed the neighborhood, feeling stupid, asking anyone if they lost a chameleon. I put a notice on NextDoor, where someone kindly informed me that there is a CO Reptile Humane Society here in town. I contacted them and shortly afterward, this poor thing was in better hands than mine.

My life.  It is weird.

x-posted at What’s 4 Dinner Solutions